Thursday, January 29, 2009

As I've mentioned in previous posts...Every morning, immediately after waking, I start singing a single song that my dreamy subconscious left behind. *Every single morning* The spectrum is endless.This morning it was:Devendra BanhartChinese Children

Wednesday, January 28, 2009

I woke up around 4:30a.m. from wild dreams and a dire thirst. Cheap wine still lingered in my mouth.When venturing down stairs in the wee hours of the morn' to fetch a cup of water, I always feel like I'm 5 again.The twinge of Fear floods in.

But of what? Robbers? The Boogieman?

Dark shadows, odd noises, I impatiently filled my cup and scurried up the stairs as if being chased. By What? Nothing. My own imagination. I don't feel safe till I'm back in my bed.

This sensation only happens when I'm staying or living in Houses with floors. There's just something about Staircases...Guess you can't take the child out of an adult.

I haven't lived with roommates or in a house/apartment with stairs for a handful of years. I'm used to living in a Little Box Studio, finding much comfort living alone with rooms reachable by an arms length.

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Sunday, January 25, 2009

When I discuss this "dream" of mine with friends or family the first response is Why? Then followed by Laughter.

My retort to this general response is sincere and filled with passion!

I've always wanted to run a small Diner somewhere in Wild-West America, hugged up next to a Railroad. My dream would be completely fulfilled if I lived in the PAST.1930-50?( I'll assume this strong connection and desire is from a my past life)

My name would be along the lines of: Betty, Marie, June, or Mae...

I would be the owner that waitresses, who mainly just stands behind the counter continually topping off coffee cups, passing out slices of pie, and chatting it up with the local company.I would have an extensive vocabulary in Diner Lingo and possess a smile and laugh that is contagiously wonderful.